He was in her sleeping compartment again. It was the only way she could sleep. Her mind racked with nightmares of the games and his strong arms were the only things to soothe her. Some nights she needed to be closer. On nights like this, she would snake her arm up the back of his shirt or rest her palm on the front of his chest.

"I can take it off if you'd like," Peeta gently told her. He loved the feeling of her hands on him.

"Only if I get to wear it."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because it smells like you. Like bread. And it reminds me of home."

He couldn't stop the small smile that appeared on his face. It was moments like this when he truly knew she cared. He quickly peeled the night shirt off his back and handed it to her. She briefly took in the sight of him before turning her back to him. She removed her camisole and went to replace it with his shirt when she felt his eyes on her.

"Peeta!"

"I'm sorry!" He quickly turned away with a hot blush creeping up his cheeks. Could she blame him? He'd been in love with her forever. Of course he would try and look.

When she was finished, she turned back around and got a better look of him. He was laying on his side of the bed, bare chested. She couldn't help but reach out to touch him.

"You're impossibly smooth," Katniss said as she softly ran her hands up and down his chest.

"My prep team removed my hair before the first games. They said women like it that way."

"I like it. What about that hair?" she asked as her fingers quickly descended to a soft line of hair by his navel.

"They said women like seeing hair there," he said a little too breathy for his liking.

"What color is it?" It was too dark in the train compartment for her to tell.

"It's a light brown, darker than the hair on my head." He was quickly losing his composure.

"Peeta, are you alright? You're breathing funny."

"Katniss, you have no idea the effect you have on me. When you're touching me, and asking me those questions, I can't control my body."

"Oh," Katniss said then followed with a longer oh when noticed the tent that had formed under the blanket covering his bottom half. He reached under the blanket and tried to tuck it away. She noticed a strange tingly feeling in her belly.

"Will that make it go away?"

"Not right away, but eventually."

"Can I see it?" He was shocked at her request.

"Why do you want to see it?"

"Because, I'm curious." She looked down and began to play with the end of her braid.

"I thought you didn't care for nudity."

"I thought you didn't care if I saw."

He paused for a moment before reaching into his boxers and releasing his manhood for her to see. Her mouth was parted and she suddenly had the urge to lick her lips.

"Well say something."

"I'm not good at saying something. I've never seen one like that before."

"Like what?" He asked self-consciously.

"Erect. Whenever men are taken to my mother that's the last thing on their minds. How will you make it go down?"

"I don't know Katniss! I'll think of Greasy Sae." Why was she so damn curious all of a sudden?

"Do you touch yourself?" Did he really want to go there with her?

"Sometimes, I guess, when it's really bad and won't go away on it's own."

"Like now?"

"Yes, like now. I think I'll go back to my room for a little while." This conversation was exasperating him.

"Please stay! I don't want you to go. Can I watch?"

"Katniss, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Please Peeta? I feel safe with you, you're the only one I can do this with."

"Katniss..."

"Please?" How could he say no to her? Could he ever really tell her no?

"Ok, but you can't tell anyone."

"Like who? Effie and Haymitch?"

"Especially Effie and Haymitch."

He very timidly began to stroke himself, very slowly at first. He was ready to stop at any moment if she appeared to look uncomfortable. To his surprise she looked very intrigued and not at all uncomfortable. He quicken his paced and rotated his hand around his head feeling the first drops of precum. He was feeling good and instinctively closed his eyes. A second later they darted open at the feel of her tiny soft hand on him.

"Katniss! What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I should have asked. I just wanted to know what it felt like." Her hand had retreated and he instantly missed the feeling of her. He reached for her hand and guided it back him showing her exactly what he liked. He couldn't help the moans that were coming from his mouth. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think this would happen. But here he was, being touched by the only girl he's ever loved, the only girl he'll ever love. Her hand felt so much better than his. He couldn't hold back any longer and barely gave her warning of his impending climax.

"Shit! I'm gonna come." His back was arched, lifting his butt off the mattress. His eyes were shut tight and his breathing came in ragged breaths. His juices spread on his belly and over her hand. She didn't think she'd ever seen him look so beautiful.

"That was amazing. Thank you Peeta." She reveled in knowledge that she had helped him achieve that.

"Are you kidding, thank you! God, that felt amazing. I'm sorry I cussed," he said while still trying to catch his breath.

"Are you kidding me? You're embarrassed of cussing but not embarrassed of touching yourself in front of me?"

"I guess so. What brought this all on?" he asked while reaching for tissues on the nightstand to clean them both off.

"I told you, I'm just curious and you're the person I feel safest with. Have you done that with anyone else before?" His eyes darted away from hers much like they did in the lunchroom at school. She immediately knew his answer and tried to swallow down the disappointment.

"With Delly, but I never felt for her the way I feel about you." It was too late. Katniss was quickly closing the door she had just opened to him tonight.

"I don't like the idea of sharing you." She quietly admitted.

"And I like sharing you with Gale?!"

"It's not like that! I don't have feeling for Gale in that way."

"But he has feeling for you. Have you ever done that with him?"

"No, I've already told you, I feel safest with you." She wasn't willing to admit the depth of her feeling for Peeta but her actions tonight had shown him and that would have to be good enough.

"Can I return the favor to you?"

"Not tonight. Maybe some other time." She curled up onto his chest and breathed in the smell of him. They had made progress tonight and for that he was happy. He ran his fingers through her hair and gave her one small kiss on the forehead before he fell asleep in the arms of the woman he loved.

Authors notes: This is my first attempt at writing fanfic. I've been reading for some time and am truly in awe of other authors. I decided to be brave and give in to the voices inside my head. Please review and give constructive criticism. If there is enough interest I will write Peeta returning the favor ;)